I Think I'll Try Defying Gravity

The title has no meaning. I was just watching Glee a little while ago, and was reminded about how much I love that song.

So yesterday, the vet school had a happy hour at a wings place. Free wings and beer, all you can eat/drink. I ate too many wings, and I was so disappointed in myself. Luckily, I was only one pound more this morning than I was yesterday morning. And I haven't eaten much today because of last night, so I think I have gotten that debacle under control.

I was at my skinny friend, W's, apartment the other day, helping her do laundry, and at one point she bent over and her shirt pulled up so I saw some of her lower back. She is so skinny that her lumbar vertebrae are poking out, and she actually has scrapes on one, so it must poke out so far when she sits down that it rubs against the back of the chair. I want that! I used to get bruises on my butt from my hip bones not having enough fat to cushion them when I sat down, but I never got scrapes on my vertebrae from them poking out!

To continue this mish-mosh of a post, K not only had left-over Chinese for dinner a little after 5, she then had a bagel and cream cheese at 8, before we started The Ugly Truth (which is a really good movie btw!). I was horrified on the inside. How could you really be hungry only three hours later?? You can't! She just wanted something to do, is my guess. Whatever, I'll never understand it. But it's fun to post it on here, as all of you understand my incredulity over this and will most likely delight in hearing the stories of how much she eats as well. Geesh, I am going to hell. At least I'll be skinny ;)

Love you, Skinnies!

~Sottile

*Edit* - I forgot to tell you about the presents I got from my mentee. At the beginning of the school year, all the second years get a first year to mentor; basically to just be there to answer questions and help them adjust to vet school if they need it. My mentee is really cute, and I usually make her baked goods around exam times, for comfort food. So the other day, I found a brownie, and two cookies in my school mailbox from her that she had bought at the coffee cart, since she is not much of a cook, she says. Then yesterday, I found a package of mint milanos in my mailbox too. I thanked her, and told her the cookies made my day, and that they were so delicious. In actuality, I threw the two cookies and brownie away when I got home. I felt bad, but I wasn't going to eat them. And they would have sat there, being obvious. I still have the package of milanos, because I have this odd obsession with packaged junk food and just having it, but not eating it. So I am not worried about binging on them. I wish I could eat the presents she gave me, but it would be the exact opposite effect she was going for: it would make me more stressed out than less. Better to smile over the fact that someone cared enough to do something like that for me, and throw away the goodies, than eat them and feel worthless.